love letter

i wana fuck you in roller-blades, flippers and stilettos. in stockings and kids socks; trainers and snow boots. with wings, in wellies, in a bowl of jelly - on telly. in the mud, on the moon, in the snow, in the rain. i wana paint you blue, and i red, and make messy purple love. i wana eat sorbet out of your pussy while you wear a peacock feathered mask. i wana fuck you like a lion, like a slug, like a spacca, like a rapist. like an octopus with tentacles and 3 racing hearts. i wana fuck you in uniform: military, monsters, maids and mademoiselles. nurses and nappies, cartoon characters with impossible hair. like manga, lolicon and a lap-dancing lolita. i wana fuck you blind with my lids closed. i wana come in your eyes, in your mouth, in your nose. in your ears and everywhere else - all at the same time. i wana fuck-fuck-fuck you in the head. i want you in stars and stripes, in rips and rags, in plastic bags. hair up, hair down, curled and shaved. on the alter, away in a manger - in cages wrapped in duct tape, cellotape, masking tape, cling film and foil. i wana fuck you covered in blood, in a crimson tide. i wana fuck you cold and lifeless on white tiled floors. i wana fuck you in a rage, on stage, on drugs, in my sleep, in your sleep while you're dressed as bo-peep. i wana fuck you with your parents watching, in french, russian and double-dutch. i wana fuck you when you're giggling, when you're tickled and laughing, when you're crying and sulking. when you're trying to fight me. i wana fuck you up a tree, on a small boat in the sea, in a sauna in space, on stilts and in free-fall. under the stars, under the tables of bars. in mini-skirts, in pumps, in jump-suits and tuxedos. in string-vests, in glitter, in recycled litter. in ripped up tights, while i'm riding a bike, doing underwater hand-stand sixty niners. when there's an earthquake, when there's an eclipse, in a tsunami or the apocalypse. i wana fuck you while firing a gun, in garters while burning in the sun, in headphones and ear-muffs, in a corset and cuffs. in a sci-fi B-movie wardrobe, in lights that strobe. in burkas in a ball-pit, in bondage and buckles, in straps and while stripping; when we're skinny-dipping. naked, clothed or half-way-undressed, messy and tangled in a polka-dot dress. in push-up bras and tiaras and panties - crotchless and frilly, ruffled and rough, silk and satin while reciting latin. under sheets alone and in the middle of a park. i wana impregnate you in a graveyard in the dark. skull fuck and throat fuck you, in lightning storms, making porn on a heath, tearing off electric blue tights with my teeth. in a bath full of custard with horns and snorkels, in antlers on acid, in gloves, gags and goggles. i wana make a bread mould of your bum and eat it. i wana fry eggs on your hot-hot stomach. i wana eat your cunt while you blow bubbles. i wana wrestle you to the floor and roll around in puddles. i wana pull your hair and pin you, choke and provoke you. hit on you, spit on you, sit on you and read you nursery rhymes while wearing a bonnet. i want you with antenna, in fishnets, in wet-suits, in knee-high boots, bent over, eating peach fruits, in front of mirrors and behind closed doors, on marble floors and on all 4's. i wana fuck you tied up with rope and in between tokes, in chokers and chains and cherry-chapstick, with whips and wands and in ponds in the park, in UV light so we glow in the dark. by candle in collars - in a duvet of dollars. i wana make you a slave to saliva and sweat, come on your chest and let you lick up the rest. i wana fuck you like a doll, in every hole - play role - swallowed whole. i wana come in your belly and play one-man bukkake, with braces on your teeth, with cats ears and a tail. while smoking, while painting, while doing the dishes, talking on the phone while getting blown. i wana put on a pair of lederhosen and say, "let me climb you, you bavarian whore!".

diary entry

another blank page to ruin. 

coming on a cat´s face. 

they cut the dog´s fucking balls off. 

long sunrise discussions regarding sex with Robin. 

who´d have thought he´d turn out to be the sexual one. 

hanging out with too many virgins 

- celibate through association. 

(this is a problem) 

100 hours without sleep. 

hallucinations and violence. 

our skulls are literally shattered. 

playmobile prostitutes, 

pissing in the corner. 

Robin mopped it up with my freshly cleaned clothes 

(it was pretty funny) 

 secret entrances and holes behind cupboards, 

sometimes we pretend we're crooks or superheroes. 

Coco the Clown, 

Gabriel, 

Brummbär der Zwerg, 

Pocahontas, 

Quasimodo 

(...other disney characters) 

stoned paranoia in the vestibular void. 

without torch or fire for orientation, 

you scrape the walls with a key, 

in blind catacombs full of drip-drip-drip.

the scuttle and swoop of rats and bats. 

no light of day but electric. 

vampires. zombies. 

(heroin is boring) 

toilet graffiti and ice-cold showers of DIY. 

ashtray carpets and spit on the walls. 

Anton´s ex used to collect his scabs and eat them 

and Xi eats his own snot. 

since the accident he can´t smell or taste anything. 

he works as a cook. (ironic as deaf musicians) 

we bake our daily bread. 

or else it´s amphetamine in black tea with 5 sugars. 

or the classic existential früstück of fags and coffee. 

pot noodle in the tea pot, 

and tea in the noodle pot.